Friday, August 29, 2008

Summer Storm To An End...!!!

It came before me as a summer storm,
And took me with it once it for all.
It drove me with it for long,
I screamed in the hope of help.

None lent me their arms,
That were strong enough to pull me out.
Seasons passed,
The mighty continued.

I wished for it to spare me,
I wished for it to leave me behind.
It carried me round the sun twice,
Where I expected it to stop.

It fooled me with ease,
And continued to grow stronger.
There I made an attempt to jump out,
And it worked out well.

It lost its strength to the world,
Though it was the same to me.
It didn't appreciate my try,
But I didn't act like I cared.

I decided to surrender my attempt,
And it seemed to understand my try.
It was sweeter than ever before,
And I really fell for it.

The world still believes it to weaken by time,
But me alone feel its constant strength.
And now it threw me away like I always wished,
And is leading a distance from me.

I gaze into it with wide open eyes,
And watch it moving away from me.
Around me is the pain of joy,
Or never can I judge it as pain or joy.

It seems like a dream come true,
Which now is a nightmare of a lifetime.
Crystal was my heart times ago,
And it's shattered as it was one.

Inescapable pain drives through my nerves wild,
But I bare it in the hope of upcoming joy.
Is it an end to start?
Or is it an end to stop?

Now the storm is out of my sight,
As it dumped me out of it for heaven's sake.
It did its job,
But never did it watch the place where I was thrown.

It was a bed of thorns,
Which pierced into every pore of my flesh.
I bleed an ocean of blood,
I shed an ocean of tears.

I still cannot make out my mind,
Nor can I control my emotions.
Do I want the storm come back?
Or do I want to heal myself?

Saturday, August 09, 2008

Flame Of Life...!!!

The flames of life surrounded me completely,
With its merciless heat that burnt my soul brutally.
The efforts made to stop it were burnt with my soul,
Jus' a waste of time it seemed.

No attempt helped me stop the flame,
As none were strong enough to do the job.
There I made reasons to put out the flame,
And the reasons were all my own.

It was an endless ocean of lies,
And were filled with drops of truths.
I ne'er cared to gaze into the other side of it,
'cause all what I cared was my own joy.

I told myself that I was out of the flame,
And made the fellows believe the same.
Now when I look deep into myself,
The pity for myself grows harder.

The lies are the cover for my emotions,
And I love 'em for my own good.
The reason being that I hate the truth,
For I'm still on the glowing crimson flame!